BLACK SPACE MAN // intro

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    A BIT NEARSIGHTED TO SAY THE LEAST


    One could say that she had been sick — ill, and that was why she hadn’t gone out to play or do anything that kits do. Or, really, that she did. Given how close she was to becoming an apprentice, she should have stopped with childish activities like playing moss ball. Which was exactly what she was doing, by the way. The kitten chases after the ball, smiling and laughing.

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    WolfHeart loved kits. It was honestly her deepest desire to become a mother one day, with a loving mate and strong healthy kits. So when she returned from hunting and spotted Milkykit playing with a mossball, she couldn't help the smile that spread in her maw. She deposited her catch in the camps fresh kill pile before padding over to the kitten, "Well good morning Milkykit, what are you up to today?" The dark gray warrior sat down to watch, her sleek tail curling around her paws as her dark pine green eyes glowed warmly at the kit.





    "This man will not make an orphan of my daughter!"